It was on that crowded, boisterous street in Epcot, the story of the Christ child unfolding so beautifully before us, the choir singing, "Joy to the World, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare him room...", that I turned to check on my darling Michelle. She stood next to me, her eyes closed, in rapturous peace. And I knew. God had my friend in the palm of his mighty hand, carrying her through.
The destinies of our lives are so beyond what any of us can ever fathom. And it is in those mysteries that great joy and deep sorrow are born. Grace is in the essence of those moments, good and bad. We only have to look inside our hearts for its profound treasures and know that every moment here on earth is set before us already and it is up to us to make it a life worth living.